Thread by @MelCityofLit

If there were photos 
from all the way 
back then
they would show 
us drunk 
and in a muddle.
Or 
my head turned 
in your direction 
waiting for a sign 
you felt the same.
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Did you hear the rumours?
I tell you it doesn’t matter 
one of us always chasing 
the attention of the other. 
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I sleep with a photo of you 
under my pillow 
while home for summer 
still not enough of my sleep 
involves dreaming.
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Do you still have the letters
from all the way back then?
It was good practice I suppose
for what I do now. 
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Your birthday invite 
with you age 3 
walked around everywhere 
with an image of little you 
in my back pocket 
so I could take it out
and stare in wonder 
anywhere I went.
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An avalanche of tears 
when it went through the wash
your young face 
sodden dissolved 
Into nothing
like it never was.
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Thought it was more than just friendship and your trademark impatience 
we were nothing in particular 
it didn’t stop me though 
I have a good imagination 

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hoped it was possibly love or even lust
when you paid the rest 
so I could take 
that studded belt home 
and put it on
made you poetic 
regardless of 
your limitations.

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Loud laughing 
to cover the confusion 
questions I know how to answer 
but wanted to hear you say 
anything  something 
anything something.
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hoped it was possibly love or even lust
when you paid the rest 
so I could take 
that studded belt home 
and put it on
made you poetic 
regardless of 
your limitations.

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Loud laughing 
to cover the confusion 
questions I know how to answer 
but wanted to hear you say 
anything  something 
anything something. 

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Instead I’m at your house party 
in the bath with the beers and ice 
Freezing cold and grabbing 
at your body 
to try and get out
of another situation 
I let you 
put me in.

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They were zombies yes
the flesh was hanging 
from their bones
i helped them through 
a half open window 
they stood before me 
all unsteady. 
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I got them to remove 
their torn and bloodied clothes
cheerfully did their laundry
they were the undead 
the undead became my friends.

Wanted to tell you that dream 
when I woke up 
tell you the zombies 
are us without each other  

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But you had left 
for work already  
so i wrote a love note 
on your pillow and
cried on the tram 
from Brunswick 
to Southern Cross Station 
a concerned looking lady 
asked if I’m ok.
i sniff and smile in reply 
before looking away 

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Least of it all 
is the fact 
you got a good girl 
to turn her twisted little back 
on god for a taste of you. 

Took the drawing down 
post your hat back 
with a three page letter 
and proceed to make you poetic 
in spite of all your limitations. 
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I can’t stop reading 
my hand writing 
so much black ink
oh god it was fun 
we put on quite a show.
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There are moments now
while drinking with new friends 
my imagination flickers to 
vengeful 
if I had another chance 
my teeth press down hard 
on some ice
as I consider other things 
I could have used my teeth for. 

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Made you poetic 
Despite the limitations.

Emo enough for you?
You are welcome :)
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